Oliver
The amber colored liquid swirls in the glass as I move it in a circular motion. I love swirling my whiskey, particularly when I’m in a thoughtful kind of mood.
It could have to do with the weather.
A cloudy day tends to leave me in a thoughtful mood. I’m not in a bad mood; more like reflective, that’s what I’d call it.
Random thoughts assault me. Work, training and an upcoming workshop I have to lead are only some of the things that occupy me. Well, they barely enter my mind. I don’t usually have to think of things like this.
Not that there’s anything wrong with looking inward.
From time to time, a little fucking navel gazing is ok. There’s a difference between totally fucking self-absorbed and looking inward.
I’m not the self-absorbed kind. But from time to time I like to think about personal matters, make sense of the world.
Of course lately my mind’s been pretty single tracked. There’s only been one thing, one person, on my mind.
Sofie.
The girl’s invaded every fucking part of my life.
I dream about her, I want to be with her and I imagine all kinds of things I’m going to be doing with her and to her.
Fuck. I’ve got it fucking bad.
Was this what the experts call love? Who am I kidding, I don’t need experts on this.
Is this what it feels like to be in fucking love?
So far, I’ve never really been in love with a woman before. Sure, I’ve been infatuated, but that feeling is nothing like what I’m going through right now.
Images of my night with Sofie and Lucas come to mind.
I smile.
There had been a lot of fucking fun.
Emphasis on fucking.
The memories send little waves of pleasure through my body and I long to see and hold Sofie right now. Was she even fucking real? From time to time I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m actually awake and not stumbling about in some fucking dream.
Right now, I can clearly tell I’m awake. And I’ve had a fucking awesome night behind me with Sofie.
Me, Sofie and Lucas.
I mull over the situation. It certainly wasn’t your usual ordinary run-of-the-mill date and relationship. There was nothing fucking ordinary about it.
Do I care?
I frown and think.
Nope.
No I’m pretty fucking sure I don’t care.
Let people fucking talk and snicker behind my back, they don’t fucking know what they’re talking about.
But what about long term?
Would it be different long term? I try to imagine what it might be like. Of course Eli’s in the picture as well. From what I can tell, he’s as keen as Lucas and I.
I sigh and take a swig of my whiskey.
The bottle says it’s a Balvenie, fifty-year-old single malt. Not bad.
The assault on my taste buds ignites a fire within and I enjoy the heat before it dies down.
Three guys and one girl. It sure would be unusual. Unusual but maybe not un-heard of.
Does it matter?
I decide not to worry about the fine print. No one ever reads that in fucking contracts anyway.
I pick up the bottle of my Balvenie and wonder where it came from. Had I bought it, or was it a gift from someone?
I draw a blank and put the bottle back. Unable to do anything productive I pick up my thumb chucks. Now these little suckers were a present. My trainer thought I’d like to use them when sitting in my office.
It’s a bit difficult to wield a proper set of numchucks, but these little ball ones are awesome.
Randomly, I let them glide through my fucking fingers. I’m trying to recall some of the moves Master Fung tried to teach me.
He had them spinning so fucking fast I got dizzy. Mine seem to end up on the floor more often than they wrap around my fingers. There had been one called the wrap.
I give it a go, but the rubber wraps around my fingers several times and I have to start again.
The index roll is as unsuccessful as the aerial roll, and the fucking things hit me right between the eyes, so I give up.
Perhaps I have to be in a better frame of mind and concentrate on it as opposed to let my mind meander over Sofie’s body.
Sofie.
There she is again, large than life in my fucking mind. How am I ever going to get any fucking work done?
I sigh and finish my whiskey.
Probably a bit early for a drink, but I need to calm my mind. Of course, alcohol is not the answer, but then I’m not looking at getting fucking drunk.
Me, Lucas and Sofie had been great the other night.
Natural, it had been fucking natural. Having Lucas there had not been a fucking problem. In fact, upon reflection, he almost seemed to fucking belong there.
I start to pace the length of my living room.
It was one thing sharing Sofie with Lucas, but how would it be with Eli?
Was it something to fucking think about? I know Eli’s fucking hot to trot as far as Sofie’s concerned. I’ve never seen Eli so fucking interested in a girl as he is in Sofie. Truth be told, we all fucking have our head bewitched by Sofie.
Was it possible she’s a fucking witch? Now I know the alcohol must have befuddled my fucking brain.
I laugh.
Briefly, I imagine sharing my fucking though with Eli but dismiss it before I’ve even fucking finished having it.
Eli.
Should I call him and see if he’s fucking up to my plan?
What would it hurt? He’d have to fucking realize Sofie doesn’t want to choose between us. Ergo, he’ll have to learn to share.
Being fuelled by the whiskey, I dial Eli’s number.
It takes four rings before he picks up.
“Hey Oliver,” he greets me.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Eli laughs.
“I’m not with Sofie if that’s what you want to know.”
For some reason, this leaves me feeling positive. Was it me that needed to learn to share Sofie? I shake my head. I don’t fucking think so. I’ve already shared her.
Leaving the analysis of my reaction for later, I think carefully before I speak.
“Funny you should mention Sofie. I was just thinking about something and wanted to run it past you.”
“Thinking and Sofie don’t go together,” replies Eli and I picture him sitting on his massive white leather lounge, feet up and a cool drink in hand. Why is he so relaxed and I so fucking on edge?
“Touché. Maybe thinking is the wrong word. Maybe I was dreaming something or concocting something,”
“Oliver,” Eli interrupts. “Have you had too much to fucking drink? You’re not making any fucking sense at all.”
My eyes find the bottle of whiskey. Had I drank too much?
Who gives a fuck?
“I want you and me and Sofie to get together for an evening of fun.” I blurt out without responding to Eli’s comments.
Silence.
“Eli,” I say and briefly look at the display of my fucking phone to make sure the call’s still connected. “You still there?”
“Sounds great.”
Is he breathing a little harder already?
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong my friend, other than I wish I’d thought of it myself first.”
“I won’t tell Sofie anything. I’ll just get her to come over. And I think we should film it.”
There’s another silence.
“There you go again beating me to a master idea. Let’s do it. When?”
I take a deep breath.
“I’ll call her and give her an hour to get ready and then send a car for her.”
“Excellent.”
Eli sounds keen.
“I thought we could have some fun with her while she’s in the car.” I confess and I hear Eli whistle.
Now that I’ve started the master plan, my fucking cock’s getting excited already.
“See you shortly,” Eli replies and ends the call.
Time to tell Sofie. Not all of it, but part of it. It’ll ruin the moment if she knows everything already.
I dial her number. She answers her call in two rings.
“Hey,” she breathes into the phone. Her voice sounds soft and lovely and melodic. I’m already nearly hard and ready for action. At this rate, I’ll need a fucking cold shower before she gets here.
“Hey Sof,” I try and sound cool, calm and collected. “Just wondering if I could entice you to some fun and games with me.”
I’m not sure, but I think I can hear her clap her hands.
“Yeah. Always. When did you have in mind?”
“You have an hour to get ready. I’ll send a car for you.”
I try and sound crisp and business-like. And I send little prayers, hoping she’s not already got something planned.
I really need to see how Eli and I and Sofie get along. Well, how well I can fuck Sofie with Eli there. Truth be told, sometimes the man intimidates me.
“Can’t wait.”
Sofie sounds excited, and her excitement leaves me ready for a good fuck.